“And yet he disguises himself as a clergyman!” exclaimed Welsh, triumphantly, turning to the proprietor.
Mr Bunker saw that he was caught, but he merely laughed, and observed, “My friend here disguises himself in liquor, a much less respectable cloak.”
Unfortunately the humour of this remark was somewhat thrown away on his present audience; indeed, coming from a professed clergyman, it produced an unfavourable impression.
“You are not a clergyman?” said the proprietor, suspiciously.
“I am glad to say I am not,” replied Mr Bunker, frankly.
“Den vat do you do in dis dress?”
“I put it on as a compliment to the cloth; I retain it at present for decency,” said Mr Bunker, whose tongue had now got a fair start of him.
“Mad,” remarked Welsh, confidentially, shrugging his shoulders with really excellent dramatic effect.
By this time the audience were disposed to agree with him.
“You can give no better account of yourself dan dis?” asked the proprietor.